Wesley Corpus

But shall I throw on God the blame? Or daringly complain Because I most unfaithful am, And make his mercies vain? No, Lord, thy truth and grace I clear; For years thy Spirit strove, Faithful to me thy mercies were, And infinite thy love. Page 52 Far be it from my wretched heart To charge my death on thee, To save me now thou ready art, If sav'd I now would be. Whether or no my heart of stone Will yield to be renewed, Sufficient is thy grace I own, I justify my God. This record do I leave behind, Whether I stand or fall, Sinners, ye all his grace may find, His grace is free for all. For the Spirit of Prayer. What shall I do to 'scape the hell That burns me up within! Satan, and all his hosts I feel In this indwelling sin. It mocks my strength, prevents my flight, Still intimately nigh, Impossible it is to fight, Impossible to fly. One only refuge there remains, But that I cannot find, So fast these grievous, fleshly chains, My slothful spirit bind. Monster of sin! How can it be That I should still delay! Jesus I know would set me free, Would I to Jesus pray. He bids me ask, and I shall have: I know it; and forbear; Assur'd he would the sinner save, In answer to my prayer. Page 53 He pities now my sad estate, And gladly would relieve, But Oh! I cannot will not wait Till he the blessing give. He waits that he may gracious be, To all his bowels move; Fury, O God, is not in thee, But all thy heart is love. Then help me to receive thy word, Help me on thee to call, Have patience with me, dearest Lord, And I will pay thee all. On me for good this token shew, Pronounce the Ephphatha, And let my heart in prayer or'eflow, And let me always pray. A time to thee I will not set, Nor charge thee with delay; Do with me, Lord, as seems thee meet, But let me always pray. Thou art not slack touching thy word, Content I am to stay, To wait the leisure of my Lord, But let me always pray.